Willow is 19 months old now and simply adorable. She’s talking more and more each day. One of her favorite words is “soos” (shoes) and “hat.”

But last week she started saying a different word. As I was standing in my closet picking out clothes to wear for the next day I heard a young voice on the other side of the bathroom door saying “Mommy! Mommy!”

I stopped what I was doing to incline my ear toward the door. It sounded like Wyatt. So I asked him what he needed and received no response.

I asked again and heard the same little voice saying “Mommy! Mommy!”

I was so surprised, but I hurried over to open the door and there stood baby girl looking up at me with her arms open wide. I swaddled her up into a big hug and said “Willow! You said Mommy!”

There just seems to be something incredibly special about adding that Y on the end of the endearment. I’ve been “Mama” or “Mom” for months and loved it. However this…this was extra special.

I was loving this!

It’s been about a week now and Willow is a pro. She says Mommy all day long and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.

(Admittedly, the other three before her were just as cute…)  😉

But this taught me a little lesson. That no matter how many times my children call out for me with their sweet voices, I never tire of hearing it. I just can’t turn my back on that.

And just as Jonathon and I will always be Daddy and Mommy to our children, so God will always be Abba to me as my faith in Christ makes me an heir.  He’s not just God to me. He’s Daddy.

He hears my soft voice and never tires of it.  Never turns me away.

And for that, I am grateful.

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Thank you, Abba, for always hearing my voice. For never tiring of my persistent cries, my senseless rambling, my pleading heart…